Agreements and arrangements are made

The office appears to be about the size of the one you just left. The same carpet covers the floor but wood paneling covers three of the walls completely. The fourth wall was dominated by the tinted windows as you'd seen elsewhere but there is a set of glass sliding doors leading to a small balcony with a few pieces of outdoor furniture and a gas grill. The client is standing behind an enormous dark stained wooden desk like something out of a period movie. There are two leather upholstered chairs about four feet in front of it. He steps out from behind the desk and walks toward you.

He's an older white man maybe in his early fifties, you think? The top of his head is bald and shiny but white thinning hair still grows from the sides. As he crosses the room, you can see his blue eyes are locked on you. . . well locked on your chest anyway. He's wearing dark blue slacks, a white button-up shirt, a dark brown leather belt, and a pair of highly polished brown leather boots that disappear into the bottom of his pant legs. He isn't obese but he has a sizable tummy sticking out over his belt that completes the old cowboy/oilman stereotype in your mind. He stops about three feet away and offers a hand.

"Greeting, darling. Welcome to my little corner of the great state of Texas," he offers warmly with a distinct southern accent.

You accept his hand and look up at his clean-shaven face, he towers over you by more than half a foot even in these ridiculous heels.

"Thanks. So far it seems lovely. It's a nice cross between big city sights and smaller town traffic. That may be because it's Saturday though," You offer him a crooked smile that seemed to impress your last boyfriend quite a bit. He gestures to one of the chairs.

"Have a seat, Ms. Stewart. We can talk about the next few days," he sits on the edge of the desk while you put the flats and clutch in one chair and settle into the other. Then you take the glasses off your face and slide them into the bag.

"So I guess we should discuss the arrangement here," he opens.

You make a show of thinking for a second, taking a few extra moments to make sure your unease doesn't sneak into your voice. You figure it's best if he thinks you are totally comfortable and business-focused.

"Well, we have a signed contract between you and the agency. I wouldn't figure there was too much to discuss. I'm sorry if I sound a bit naive though, this is only my second project," you reply remembering what Walker said about him liking new girls.

He laughs, "You are absolutely delicious, honey. I'm aware of the limits, which is a shame because anal is always a good way to end these things. I can live with that this time if I must."

You nod waiting for him to continue.

"Your video hit almost all my buttons. Two men, no condoms and you were getting into being used by them even as you were being treated like a casual piece of fuckmeat. My wife Sue wouldn't tolerate any of that, it looked like it turned you on though. That's what I'm looking for, girl. I want a good little slut that does what she's told, within the limits of course. I also like a woman that this isn't just business as usual for. I think you'll fit the role perfectly."

"I see," you say, keeping your face neutral.

The fact the secretary is his wife was a bit of a surprise but lots of women will tolerate a geezer if there's a comfortable life involved. The fact she doesn't care that he's looking elsewhere to meet certain needs seems to confirm that in your mind. Besides, he doesn't strike you as an evil person, just one that doesn't particularly care about Simone the person. He wants Simone the college fucktoy, which makes you feel a bit of relief. Your mind had been filled with all sorts of nasty things he might have wanted and wasn't looking forward to that discussion. This might not be so bad after all.

"I assume you are on birth control?"

"I'm not remotely a virgin. I had a pretty active sex life before joining the agency. So, yes. Birth control is something I've been on for a while."

"Good. Knocking you up would be hot as hell honey but that introduces legal issues I'd prefer to dodge at the moment."

You actually laugh at that point.

"Having kids isn't on my schedule at the moment, Mr. Beckett. So I'm glad we agree there."

"Seems this is going to be easy. Sucking and fucking are on the menu and I'll invite whomever I like to the festivities. You'll also have to answer the phones and other menial tasks like that at times. Sue is going to hightail it to the other office and I won't see her again until you're on a plane. I hope facials don't bother you."

You nod with a careful smile creeping over your face. Except for the fact he's old enough to be your father, there's nothing here that really bothers you. Just two more points to hit you figure.

"I should warn, I'm really not into girls."

"Fine. Sue would divorce me if I tried to drag her into it and why risk the sexual harassment allegations if I roped someone else in. If it were an important thing to me, I'd have hired another girl. I won't guarantee you no women will be present at all, but I won't demand you do anything with them. "

"How public do you expect any of this to be?"

"I don't plan to bend you over a restaurant table or something but there'll be an audience at times who might participate and I won't guarantee no one could walk in and see something. Nothing in a place the general public gathers normally though."

You note he's being really careful with his phrasing there but you can't pick anything truly objectionable from the statement.

"So that's it?"

"I still fancy the idea of reaming your cute little ass but we don't need to address that now. We can discuss it later after you're more comfortable with the arrangement. You still have an absolute veto though if I don't make an offer you can't refuse."

You stand and offer a hand.

"Can I lose the heels?" You ask offering a hopeful smile.

"For now sure. Don't lose them though, you'll need them later."

"Deal then. How do you want to start?"

He laughs, "How I want to start and how we have to start are two different things, sweetie."

He shakes your hand for a second and quickly releases it.

"First thing I need you to do is go out and talk to Sue. She'll give you a crash course on the phones and stuff. Make sure to have her place a food order before she goes and share the account details with you. You'll probably need that a few times over the course of the next couple of days."

You take the heels off and slide the flats on. You feel worlds better with your feet not crammed into those **** devices. Then you stand up and grab your stuff.

"Now get that fine ass out to see Sue. The sooner she's done showing you things, the sooner the fun can start. She'll fill you in on our schedule. You're going to be busy in more ways than one."

You nod, turn, and head out the door. Now's as good a time as any to get this party started, you figure.